Arena

Behind the arena doors lay numerous cells and pits where all kinds of creatures were kept. The interior was dark, and the odor of excrement wafted as soon as the doors opened. Staying in such a place for an extended period could drive anyone to madness.

The cages holding Kazimir and the bandits were opened, and two orcs stood next to the cages, signaling them to move inside. "Move faster! I don't have a whole day for you," one of the orcs barked impatiently.

The bandits cowered in fear in a corner of their cage, but Kazimir, feeling no sense in resisting at the moment, stepped out with a smirk. "I will reward you for your kindness one day," he said to one of the orcs, a smile masking his underlying anger.

The orc, discerning the subtle message in Kazimir's words, smiled back and replied, "We will see if you are capable enough." As Kazimir began to walk, the orc, showing a sudden burst of aggression, swiftly kicked him behind the knee. Kazimir stumbled, his legs giving way, and he fell onto the hard, cold ground.

The orc loomed over Kazimir, his face etched with a mixture of amusement and superiority. "Know your place, human," he grunted, then turned away, leaving Kazimir on the arena prison floor. The other orc guards watched with indifferent eyes, seemingly enjoying the display of dominance.

"Honorless pig!" raged Kazimir as he lunged at the orc with a swift kick. The unsuspecting orc, facing the other way, had no time to react.

Kazimir's kick struck the orc's neck, and the orc tumbled a few meters before coming to a stop, unconscious. The sudden act of defiance sent a hush through the arena, and the other orcs looked on with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

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Suddenly, the orcs started chanting, "A challenger has appeared!" Some prisoners shivered in fear, and some started chanting as well, "Fresh blood!"

Kazimir found himself surrounded by a group of orc guards, and they subdued him with brute force. "You seem lively enough to perform today," laughed one of the orcs as he pulled Kazimir towards the entrance of the arena.

Howls and shouts could be heard from prison cells, "You are dead, boy!", "These kinds of people do not live for long." The grim atmosphere intensified as Kazimir was led from the prison towards the heart of the Black Anvil Arena.

A blinding light dazzled Kazimir as he crossed the arena gates, and a gust of hot air blew into his face. Upon passing through the gate, a bridge led him to a stage in the middle of the arena. The stage was surrounded by lava on all sides, preventing the gladiators from escaping, with only two bridges on either side providing access.

In the arena's seats were a horde of orcs, and to Kazimir's surprise, there were also some dwarfs and humans. "What the hell are they doing here?" Kazimir wondered as he looked around, bewildered by the unexpected presence of different races in the audience